Infinite weird games

Squatting behind the gauze curtain and burning paper was a hunchbacked old man, wearing black clothes, black cloth shoes, and a black hat. Only his hair was white from head to toe.

He had no intention of paying attention to the player. He only stretched out his swollen fingers, picked up pieces of yellow paper, and put them into the brazier in front of him.

Qisi asked: "Old man, who are you burning paper for?"

The old man didn't look back and replied in a hoarse voice: "This is sending a message to the Goddess of Joy."

"Signaling?"

"I am burning prayer paper, and I am silently reciting what I want to say in my heart. Your Majesty can see it over there."

Qisi touched his chin with interest: "How are you sure that the Goddess of Joy can read? What if she can't read?"

The old man was silent for a second, then turned his head sharply: "What do you, a young man, know? You only know nonsense!"

Qisi saw clearly that the old man had the same wrinkled face as Mrs. Xu, but without the white powder, he looked darker and more like a living person.

After waiting for a few breaths, before Qisi could speak, the old man thought he had frightened the person, so he continued to burn the yellow paper.

Qisi leaned over and knelt down, picked up a few pieces of yellow paper, and slowly put them into the brazier.

Du Xiaoyu couldn't understand what Qisi wanted to do, but considering that trusting veteran players was more reliable than trusting himself, he followed suit and grabbed a stack of paper to burn.

Shang Qingbei looked at the suddenly growing paper-burning army, his eyelids twitching slightly: "Qi Wen, what are you doing?"

Qisi didn't even raise his head: "I burned paper for an acquaintance of mine. I feel that these ghostly things in the weird game should be more effective than outside. Maybe they can really send messages?"

Shang Qingbei: "..." Is this old player sick?

The temple was eerily quiet, the breaths of several people were masked by the roar of the flames, as if it was empty, without ghosts or gods.

The curtain between the ear room and the corridor fluttered in the breeze, like a drop of blood falling into clear water and letting it scatter.

Beside the burning brazier, the old man in black hunched his back and lowered his head, but his expression was focused and serious. The hand holding the yellow paper was shaking a little, and he put the pieces of paper into the fire unsteadily.

The yellow paper was scorched black and curled up by the fire. In a few seconds, it shrank like a rotten corpse and merged into the black ash that had accumulated for a long time. Only a few fragments were steamed up by the heat and dismembered into pieces in the air. Indistinct particles.

Qisi burned the paper for a while and then said abruptly: "Old man, what do you want to say to the God of Joy when you burn so many sutra papers?"

The old man said impatiently: "It's just a burn. Where does all the nonsense come from? They always say the same thing every year, please bless me and keep us safe."

The firelight reflected on his face, illuminating it so brightly that it was impossible to distinguish his specific expression.

Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you always come here to burn paper and pray for blessings?"

"Yes, I am in charge of this temple."

"I heard from Mrs. Xu that there are ghosts in your town, and they all come here to pray to the Goddess of Happiness to suppress them?" Qisi put on a gossipy attitude, with moderate curiosity in his eyes, as if he simply wanted to hear more about the strange stories of the country. Good things for tourists, just ask and listen casually.

The old man's expression changed, the corners of his eyes and mouth twitched together, and his face was twisted like a snake in a ditch, as if he had thought of something extremely sad.

Qisi pretended to be ignorant and said with a smile: "Your town holds weddings all day long and looks lively and festive. The boatman who brought a few of us here also said that the water here is good, and you can gather wealth and blessings. It depends on the feng shui." It looks like it’s haunted.”

He didn't tell the truth. The old man was silent for a long time, threw the yellow paper in his hand to the ground, and sighed: "What a sin."

It's obvious that he knows something.

Du Xiaoyu and Shang Qingbei held their breath, moved closer, and raised their ears to listen carefully.

The old man stopped talking abruptly.

Chiss asked: "Did something happen?"

The old man shook his head: "What's the matter? Our town is peaceful and peaceful, and we have the blessing of the Goddess of Joy, so what can happen?"

"Oh?" Qisi pretended to be surprised, stood up and took a few steps away, then turned around and pointed to another ear room in the distance, "Then what's going on with those coffins?"

Six identical coffins lay smoothly, motionless and silent. The black color of the whole body is incompatible with the blood-red Temple of Happiness, which is particularly eye-catching.

At this point, Shang Qingbei understood that the purpose of rushing over to burn paper was not to send a message to an acquaintance as he said, but because he wanted to get close to the old man and ask for more information.

As expected, I can't believe a word of what "Qi Wen" said... Shang Qingbei's eyes darkened, and he once again deepened his impression and judgment.

Qisi intentionally or unintentionally held the identity card on his chest in his hand, playing with it one after another: "Old man, are all the newly deceased people in the coffin? It is a rare custom to place the coffin in the temple. "

The old man was probably literate. After seeing the words "Folklore Investigator" on his ID card, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened.

He put down the yellow paper in his hand, stood up with his hands on his waist, and stared straight at Qiss with a pair of wrinkled eyes, as if he wanted to see the soul through the flesh.

After a while, he opened his toothless mouth and let out a "ho-ho" sound like a broken bellows: "After seven days of rest, you will be a member of the town."

Qisi suddenly raised his eyes and saw that the rough skin on the old man's face suddenly peeled off layer by layer like an onion, revealing the blue-black flesh underneath, like the patina inside a faded statue.

"Let's go!" Shang Qingbei was the first to react and shouted.

Before he finished speaking, he hugged the dictionary tightly, turned around and rushed to the door.

Qisi put his hand on the destiny pocket watch, wanting to take a few more glances.

The next second, the stench of decay hit his face, and the skin and flesh all over the old man's body began to squirm like water waves. Fat white maggots emerged from under his skin, burrowing in and out among the rotten flesh that overflowed with thick water.

Countless unknown black bugs emerged from his mouth and nose, covering his whole body like a wave. He became shorter inch by inch. To be precise, he was eaten away by the bugs inch by inch.

Qisi decisively gave up the idea of ​​observing for a while longer to look for clues, and stepped back step by step, trying not to make any noise to alert other beings in the temple.

Du Xiaoyu crossed the threshold with one foot and was the first to see the scene outside.

He jumped back as if frightened, pointed to the door, tongue tied: "You... look, what... is that?"

Qisi looked in the direction he indicated, and saw white mist billowing outside the Temple of Joy, with gray shadows standing scattered in the mist, approaching slowly.

The nearest shadow was already five steps away, and it could be clearly seen that it was a statue in wedding clothes. The body was faded in many places, but the face was intact. A strange and huge smile was outlined in red and white.

"Close the door," said Zeiss.

Du Xiaoyu said with a mournful face: "Wouldn't that be like closing the door and beating the dog?"

Qisi turned his head and looked at the ear chamber on the right. The black bugs turned into black smoke and dispersed after eating the old man. Only a piece of black clothes fell lightly to the ground, and was soon covered by white and tender maggots. Crawling full.

A "click" sound came from the direction of the God of Joy statue, mixed with the "crack" sound of paint chips falling to the ground.

The two statues of a man and a woman under the God of Joy moved, stood up stiffly from the ground, and walked towards the player awkwardly.

"There are seven statues outside the door." Shang Qingbei managed to maintain his calmness and made a judgment, "If the door is closed, it is three to two. If it is not closed, it is three to nine."

Du Xiaoyu huddled behind Qisi and suggested in a low voice: "How about we rush out? Then spread out and run, maybe we can escape..."

Qisi took a step back and moved Du Xiaoyu in front of him: "You can run out and try. Come on, I'm optimistic about you."

Du Xiaoyu: "..."

As he spoke, the statues in the mist came closer. The closest one was only one step away from the threshold, as if it would put its face close to it at any time. The faces of the statues a little further away can also be seen clearly. They have the same bright red smiling faces, but the brows and eyes are full of sorrow, as if the smiles were forcibly concave and fixed.

Shang Qingbei no longer hesitated, pushed the left half door with difficulty, and slammed it shut. Qisi pushed open the right half door, grabbed the door bolt, and inserted the two doors together.

Behind him, two statues of a man and a woman seemed to be moving, grinning brightly, grinning from the corners of their mouths to the corners of their eyes, waving their arms wildly like a dance, and staggering over.

"We are being locked up!" Du Xiaoyu was shaking like a sieve, his voice filled with tears.

People's fear of ghosts is ultimately a fear of death; and in the face of death, everyone is vulnerable.

Shang Qingbei's lips turned white from his own bite. When the Temple of Joy is surrounded by ghosts and ghosts, closing the door is the best decision, but it may not be a way out.

Being in a closed space with two ghosts, it is only a matter of time before they are destroyed.

"Dong, dong, dong..."

Knocking on the closed temple door sounded again and again, like a temptation and a threat.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck..."

In the temple, two statues danced and laughed like silver bells.

Du Xiaoyu's legs were trembling, but he put his hand into his pants and felt for a long time, and took out a crumpled talisman paper. Official players, no matter how incompetent they are, will not have any reserves of props.

But, are ordinary props really useful?

Qisi leaned on the coffin and looked sideways into the depths of the temple. His hand happened to hold the soul-killing nails nailed to the corner of the coffin, and his eyelashes were slightly lowered.

Since entering this dungeon, everything that has happened has been too weird; everyone seems to be pushed by an unknown force, traveling along the planned route...

I got conflicting clues on the first day, and the information provided by important NPCs directly related to the main mission was directly wrong.

As a puzzle game, it floods the player with a large number of distractions from the beginning. No matter from which angle it is viewed, it is full of malice, as if it is a deliberate attack that wants to kill people...

Zeiss raised his head and looked sideways.

Above the shrine, the god in red lowered his scarlet eyes with compassion and a joking smile.

…

[Side mission (must do): Escape from Xu’s house]

On the other side, a woman wearing a complicated wedding dress huddled in the corner of the house, holding her breath and muttering.

After triggering the side mission in Xi'er's room, Li Yao and Liu Bingding became separated, and the surrounding scene became unfamiliar.

The three entrances of the house are surrounded by overlapping layers, which does not look like a modern system. The servants wearing mandarins and pigtails passing by in the corridors further confirmed her judgment——

She returned to Double Happiness Town hundreds of years ago.

There was the sound of "tapping" footsteps in the distance, and two servants walked through the half-moon-shaped doorway and came over, talking to each other.

"Miss, it's true that she insists on marrying that boy. If you ask me, you should throw that boy into the well. Knowing so much, keeping him will be a disaster after all."

"Haha, what are you afraid of? The county magistrate turns a blind eye. How much trouble can he, a small county magistrate, stir up?"

"That's true, but the batch of goods on hand must be disposed of as soon as possible, so as not to be caught."

"It's not difficult to deal with. There are so many people in towns near and far who are in need of wives..."

Li Yao was a little confused at first, but after hearing the last sentence, her eyes turned cold.

Combined with the previous reports found in Xi'er's room, she already had a clear guess about the world view of this copy...

The two servants came closer and closer, stopped in front of the side room, looked inside, and their voices became frightened.

"The lady is missing!"

"Go and tell the old lady, don't run out with that kid!"

Li Yao has now completely confirmed her identity, and she should be the "Miss" in the servants' mouth.

The servant screamed loudly, but his movements remained steady. He continued to move forward along the previous path, and soon he was only three steps away from where she was hiding.

From Li Yao's perspective, they can see their pale faces and the blush on both sides of their cheeks. There is a crack in the mouth painted with red paint, and the upper and lower flaps are opening and closing, emitting a fake human voice.

They were not living people at all. They were actually paper figures with the same height as real people. They were wearing clothes made of paper and were swaying in the wind.

[There are many paper soldiers and horses in the town, and the sun is dark. Zhang was trapped in a nightmare when he was born, his body was broken and his bones were standing, he was in a daze and didn't know why he came]

Li Yao's mind suddenly surged with a lot of horror stories related to paper figures, and she felt a chill down her back.

"So you are here..."

Behind his ears, a high-pitched voice sounded faintly, and cold breath blew on the back of his neck.

Li Yao turned back stiffly, and a strange smile stretched from the corners of her mouth to the corners of her eyes was pressed against the tip of her nose, eerie and terrifying.

Thanks to Chengan Aba Aba Aba for the 100-point reward!